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It was 2005 in early September. Samual (Sam) Winchester; the youngest living Winchester, was in college at Stanford Law School. Sam was on his bed cuddling with his lovely girlfriend Jessica Moore; more commonly known as Jess.
There was a firm knock on the dorm door, Sam let out a long groan and looked at his girlfriend, his long, dark chestnut hair falling slightly in his face. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he asks Jess, who responds with a drawn out “fine!” She holds her hand in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors.” They say simultaneously. Sam throws paper and Jess throws scissors, and as everybody knows scissors beats paper. “Yes!!” Jess yells in triumph and Sam groans and rolls out of the small bed to drag to the door. Another firm knock as Sam approaches the wooden door. And puts his eye to the peep hole.
He pauses as he sees his brother, a man he hoped he’d never see again until his father’s funeral. Sam slowly opens the door to reveal is much shorter though older brother. “Dean?” Sam says with a shaky voice Dean responds with an enthusiastic tone that holds an undertone of something Sam can’t quite place. “Hey, Sammy!” “What are you doing here Dean?” Sam says in awe. “I just came here to see my baby brother.” Dean responds pushing past Sam into the small dorm as Jess walks in only wearing Sam's green and black flannel that swamps her and cotton pale pink panties.
“Nice, Sammy!” Dean says commenting on Jess who rolls her eyes and says, “Who are you?” Sam responds to Jess by saying “This is my brother, Dean.” Dean flashes Sam and Jess a cocky smile before getting serious again. “Can I talk to you alone, Sammy?” Dean asks and Sam responds with a slightly sassy “Whatever you have to say you can say it in front of Jess too.” so Dean says what he came here to say “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”